Amelia

I still remember the first time I tossed leftover marinara onto stale tortilla chips, added a sprinkle of shredded mozzarella,...

The first time I tasted black bean corn salsa, it wasn’t in some trendy café or upscale Latin fusion spot....

I once brought a batch of garlic parmesan crackers to a winery lunch up in Napa. They disappeared faster than...

The first time I made meatball sliders was during a tailgate party in Philly. I was running on no sleep,...

I still remember the first time I brought a cheese log to a holiday party. It was crooked. Like, real...

The first time I tasted Crab Rangoon dip, it wasn’t at some hip restaurant or swanky cocktail bar. Nope. It...

The first time I made kimchi, I messed it up so bad it smelled like a chemistry lab gone rogue....

One slow Sunday morning, I found myself staring at a cold bowl of leftover mashed potatoes—creamy, seasoned, still dreamy. But...